I take my rucksack and go out the opening where the front door used to be. Manchee gets up from where he's curled and follows me. When I sit down, he recurls by my legs and fall asleep, farting happily and giving a doggy sigh. Simple to be a dog.

Conor was no longer invisible. They all saw him now. But he was further away than ever.

The green things of this world are just wondrous, aren’t they?” his mother went on. “We work so hard to get rid of them when sometimes they’re the very thing that saves us.

There is not always a good guy. Nor is there always a bad one. Most people are somewhere in between.

For me it is really important to have a story with blood in the veins, there are bad tempers and good tempers.

We can save the world," I say, trying to smile. "You and me.

We are the choices we make.